...it's the time that lingers on in the meanwhile, when death is certain.
Whether or not you survive death is defined in that twilight moment. Surviving doesn't mean keeping a pulse so much as it means keeping your humanity in tact.
So that being said, HOLY McHOLY, Sunshine was an AMAZING film. It was the best sci fi story I've ever read, except I didn't read it. This movie takes its time, but still delivers story and visuals that are both beautiful and terrifying. Space hits the same spot for me that robots do, so this sci fi thriller kept me emotionally charged.
I hate people that scoff at sci fi and fantasy, justifying their bias with "but it's not real." Puting humanity in a new or unfamilar context can reveal more truth about us, both individually and as a whole, than any stupid hyped up suburban drama. Not that those aren't good, but a lot of sci fi and fantasy is like taking a really fascinating chunk out of your anthropology textbook and laying it out on a platter with brilliant concept design, hot visuals, and a side of really good acting.
I adore Cillian Murphy (28 days Later, Intermission), but I was also pleasantly surprised to see Chris Evans (Fantastic Four; Cellular, hahahaha) playing an interesting character. And he did it very well. I thought everyone did really well.
I need to see this movie again. Go see it! Never before have I been so terrified of sunlight. And the dark. You just can't win, we are delicate flowers.
Also, read these awesome sci fi stories/books:
Ender's Game; Speaker for the Death; Pastwatch; The Worthing Chronicle; Flux, by Orson Scott Card.
Inconstant Moon, by Larry Niven
I, Robot, by Isaac Asimov
A Fisherman of the Inland Sea, by Ursula K. LeGuin
Masterpieces: The Best Science Fiction of the 20th Century, edited by Orson Scott Card.
This is a very short list, but if you aren't familiar with sci fi lit, it is a good place to start.
Speaking of OSC, if you like short fiction, you should check out the link i have to IGMS, a.k.a. Orson Scott Card's Intergalactic Medicine Show. Super cheap, great original content.
After watching Sunshine, Mike Warner and I buzzed around Mulholland Drive on his BMW motorcycle. So awesome. Now I know why people are obsessed with their bikes. If I can't get my own bike, I would at least like to have my own flip-visor helmet. So astronautical! Then my street cred would completely max out for good.
Overall it might have been one of the best afternoons ever, despite my calling a woman a rich bitch (to her back, no less) for throwing her paper towel on the ground outside of the Arclight's bathroom because there wasn't a trash can RIGHT THERE. I picked it up and threw it away back in the bathroom. I just hate that kind of mess. Those people aren't paid to pick up after you and your self-centered, mini-skirted, fake-tanned ho-tail! But I suppose that doesn't excuse my seaworthy tongue. Sorry mom, I will one day stop calling people b-i-t-c-h's and d-bags... Outloud.